It's shorter then what I usually write, it goes to the song "25 to life" feedback please |
Trapped Devil (Chorus)(x2) Everyday I advance my level I'm wrapped in this cage a trapped devil I've been thrown down to the ground Kicked and hit in the head throw around Now I'm doin it to myself without a sound Silent kill nobody to be sent to hell Writers block I've fell from my rap bound Writin again to rebound from drownin In self pity regain my own fuckin city Stop you from maken me believe I ain't worthy It's over my clock is stopped from self destruct I'm comin back to take what you deduct It sucked but I'm no longer the one who's gettin fucked You'll be sorry you bet against any of my luck I guess that's karma for tellin me to rest You do re know what's best I guess I'm just blessed With a curse I feel trapped and obsessed To fill the page with rhymes that pass the rest I'm a mess workin in a baggie shirt and sweats Closing up every access to anything but lyrics Started from basics to advance words that enhanced my rhythmics I'm tired of my thoughts bein lost because of pricks In the end my mimics arnt done just begun my restoration From the pain that's been drawn from every aggravation It started as fun but now it's competition That I won't stop competing my fire is still feeding But now I'm back and I won't let you stop me from acceding (Chorus)(x2) I ask myself the same damn question Why do I crawl back to you when all I do is fall I keep cravin the same obsession to keep fightin tell the last brawl I'm only one person can only take so much tell I'm drivin up the wall It's different now my life has grown I'm new and I'm tall Don't fall for these bullshit lies that you imply Why the hell do we do this no one wins its not even a tie But I'm tied to these problems my wings clipped Until I started trying to flip my life Stop from being whipped to your shit I'm pisses my fire is lit fist is clenched But I know it won't stop you one bit So I grab my pen and paper and do what I do Write lines tell I can't stop my lyric emit of rhyme shit Lock my thoughts in a storage unit to prevent further block I finally broke out didn't need an excuse or a rock just passion and a thought It's hard to walk away but eventually your memories rot Realized I don't need you, lord help the new man you caught (Chorus) x2 |